it's originally sung by frank sinatra. but brendon has delivered it in a very beautiful yet casual way, so i took his version instead. it sounds more realistic and feels present. i do, i really want somebody sing this song to escort my coffin after i die. it doesnt have to be euphonic or something, it just need to be sincere, because every word in the lyrics means a lot to me. it's so deep yet powerful, it personalizes every man to the essence of life. it depicts the meanings of our existence. it looks like a letter, but was decorated with sublime melodies. play the video and sense every word below. then you will know. and it's ok if u imagine somebody sing it on my very funeral, it may be an old friend of mine, my husband, my son, maybe you, or anyone, with my coffin escorted, while reading and listening.
and now, the end is near, and so i face the final curtain.
my friend, i'll say it clear, i'll state my case, of which i'm certain
i've lived a life that's full; i traveled each, and every highway
and more, much more than this, i did it my way.
regrets, i've had a few. but then again, too few to mention.
i did what i had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.
to think i did all that--and may i say, not in a shy way,
oh, no, oh, no, not me, i did it my way.
yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew. when i bit off more than i could chew. but through it all, when there was doubt, i ate it up and spit it out. the record shows, i'll took the blows, and did it my way.
i've loved, i've laughed and cried, i've had my fill, of fuckin losing.
and now, as tears subside, i find it all so amusing;
to think i did all that, and may i say, not in a shy way
oh, no, oh, no, not me, i did it my way..
for what is a man; what has he got? if not himself, then he has naught.
to say the things he truly feels, and maybe, not the words of one who kneels
the record shows i took the blows, and did it my way.
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